Taken Firmly in Hand

This work was inspired by the delicious stories of LitEro author jane marwood. Apologies in advance for any words lifted to best describe the scene. In the words of one of her characters: "Your physical manipulation has been exemplary and diligent." Nicely done, Jane.

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Edward stood before the seated girl. He stood naked, with legs widely parted; hands placed flat upon the top of his head. Catherine, fully clothed, was unashamedly eyeing his young manhood, taking her time, letting the sizzling moment of silence drag on. Slowly, she uncrossed her slim nyloned legs, and stood up. In her heels, she was almost as tall as he. One step forward brought her to within inches of the rigid boy, who watched her advance with wide-eyed wonder.

Catherine stood before him, looking deeply into his eyes. She reached out and smiled to see him wince when her cool fingers made first contact with his flaccid penis. His stomach fluttered at that first touch, and he drew in a sharp intake of air, as the hand lingered there, fingering his cock. He felt the first stirring in his loins even before sending her delving hand between his legs there to find and cup his scrotum in her curved palm. Edward opened his mouth to say something, but she looked up at him and just shook her head, silencing him. As she held the boy's questioning gaze she hefted his testicles, feeling the plump orbs move liquidly within their scrotal sac. For a long moment, she simply stood there, looking into the naked boy's eyes, as she let one hand casually play with his balls.

She watched his mouth fall open, his breathing deepen, as she continued to fondle his testicles. She sent her fingers to explore beyond the scrotal sac to his perineum. She scored her fingernails along the ridge of engorged flesh, and heard him bite off a moan through pressed lips as he endured the teasing sensation.

She let her fingers play around the sensitive wrinkled flesh before enclosing his testicles fully in her delicate hand. Quite deliberately, she gave the package a firm squeeze, before letting him go. His shoulders heaved with relief. She could see he was fighting for control, battling to hold on. What an impossible task it must be for a healthy young boy like Edward, she thought - to have to keep your hands upon the top of the head while your balls were being shamelessly manipulated.

She moved to his side; pressed her body against young Edward's thigh. Catherine was thrilled as she felt his body shiver. In response to the delicious feel of his masculine physique, she rubbed her pubis harder against his hipbone, getting a moan of pleasure from the rigid boy. She was aware that her nipples were hard and aroused as she moved her breasts tantalizingly against his bare skin.

Catherine felt the boy shiver uncontrollably as she placed the flattened palm of her left hand against his belly, while her right hand went to the small of his back. She let both hands slowly slide down to their intimate destination.

The poor boy was in turmoil. He tried to stand perfectly still, helpless, as Catherine held his testicles, rolling his balls in the palm of her hand, weighing them as if he was a prized bull while her pliant body pressed into his. He rose up at the powerful stirring in his loins.

She felt the young man shudder. Catherine was well aware of her captive's growing arousal, the increasing effect her delicate ministrations had on the poor tormented lad, who struggled to stand still.

She felt a thrill run through her body as she deftly slipped her right hand between the cheeks of his bottom, impudently forcing apart parting the mounds of flesh until her fingertips were pressed firmly against his sphincter.

Now, she could feel the delicate tissue of his sphincter contracting violently against her fingertips as she delved between his buttocks. With a wicked thrill of audacity, she pushed hard against the tender opening to his bottom.

Her forehead was pressed against his warm moist cheek; she looked down at his trembling body. With an evil grin, she curled the slender fingers of her left hand around the awakening flesh of his swelling penis. She felt his prick surge in her hand, pulse violently; his buttocks tighten reflexively against her hand. She could imagine the turmoil the young man was in as she gave him no respite, impudently probing his sensitive sphincter with her fingertips.

With her fingers still between the cheeks of his bottom, she tightened the fingers of her left hand around the shaft of his stiffening penis. Simultaneously, she pressed the fingers of her right hand against the sensitive membranes of his sphincter. He gasped and she felt his healthy young body shudder with the sensation of her audacious probing.

He arched back and let out a deep-throated groan as she increased the pressure. His shifted his weight, but he didn't try to evade the sexual torture she was inflicting on him. She felt his buttocks involuntarily contracting onto her hand. She deliberately squeezed his penis with an even greater pressure, watching him wince.

Now Catherine flattened the palm of her hand, held it against the tip of his penis, and pressed it into his belly while firmly rotating it. She was delighted when she saw the boy's shoulders begin to heave; soon she had him openly panting. A tiny whimper escaped his tight lips. Still holding onto his prick, she leaned up against him and licked his chest.

Edward was squirming helplessly, wriggling his hips. His moan deepened into a helpless groan at the exquisite feelings of the girl's merciless manipulation of his manhood. Edward was a prisoner to the firm grip of those fingers closing on the shaft of his penis, unable to escape the exquisite agony of sexual torment and forced arousal, as she casually stimulated him to a full solid, throbbing erection.

"Keep still," she hissed, her lips close to his ear. Her hand tightened on him, moved steadily now, pumping up and down with grim determination in slow even strokes. Her captive whimpered, wiggled, unable to keep still. He shifted from side to side, danced in place; his body teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm as mighty throbs of lust surged up from his captive penis. Suddenly, his rigid body arched back, his stiff cock thrusting into the girl's clenched hand as though it were seeking even more of that delicious tormenting pleasure. She felt his hardened prick pulsating in her hand, knowing he was about to cum. She chose that moment to squeeze. His eyes were clamped shut, his jaw clenched as the unstoppable rise of cum. The boy's slim body shook with sexual arousal as, with a final hard yank of that determined hand, he came. His captive prick exploded in that tightened fist, erupting, firing streams of ropy cum into the air to splatter down the clenching hand.

He moaned. His knees weakened; he fell forward, flinging out his hands to clasp the arms of the chair as he leaned over it, panting mightily. She studied his flushed face. His eyes were closed, his heaving chest gradually evening out. She opened her hand to inspect the sticky sperm that coated it and dripped between her fingers like a sticky spider web.

Then, as he opened his eyes to find her, she met his gaze and let him watch as she extended her tongue to lick the puddle of cum in the palm of her hand. Then she smiled up at him.

The End